Sartre’s Eyes



Blackbirds shone out her ears

And she shook rosy apples

From her hair.


Cross-legged she sat

Reading Sartre


To a crowd of six year old

Bewildered, blue-eyed boys.


Existential nihilism

is nonsense, she said,

and anyway,

the old man was cock eyed.








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